poetry for him. (please don't take poems without asking)

volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin

the loving, the hating, the searching, the healing. [ inspired by rupi kaur's milk and honey ]

Crappy poems from a shitty poet.